Truth
I’ve been living this fairytale
I never imagined I would get tired
Tired of pretending
Smiling
Jumping up in excitement
Living like there’s no problems
Math was always an easy subject for me
but you see these arent the problems I’m
referring to
I love myself
sometimes I’m upset with myself
Upset for giving into life
Truth is I don’t really know how to just live freely
Without being afraid or scared
What if I said its become natural of me
to think about death
I think about death the minute I wake up
and seconds before I go to sleep
Death is the reason for my insomnia
No,
not death as in absence
Death as in this feeling
A feeling I’ve come in contact with numerous times
A familiar feeling I am afraid of
A feeling as death
Living life freely
I know how to speak on it
I know how to help others
But what happens when the teacher
has run out of solutions to her own problems
What happens when she endlessly thinks about memories
and she cant seem to shake them
You see there’s always an obstacle
that causes me to think back
Will you
Can you
Help me find a solution
I dont need a psychiatrist nor a doctor
I need realness
I need commitment
I need a solution
Where are you?
(2013)
